Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Nico,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Nas,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.